The light filters through the curtains, blinding me for a moment. My eyes adjust, and the soft, rhythmic snores beside me draw my attention. I turn my head and find Noelle, a satisfied smile plastered on his face, looking utterly peaceful as he sleeps. I can't help but chuckle softly—if anyone saw him now, they'd never believe this was the same man who had me bound and begging just hours ago.
I feel worn out, in the best possible way, my muscles aching with that deep satisfaction that comes from a night well spent. As I swing my legs over the edge of the bed to stand, my body protests, my legs wobbly beneath me. The memory of last night hits me all at once, making me smile. I can barely walk straight. My body's a testament to the night's activities.
